All language subtitles for Dynasty S02E19

Previously on Dynasty...

GEORGE: Mom, it looks very different.

SAM: Wow. She's made herself Fallon.

We've been trying to
nail Blake Carrington

for a long time.

There's nothing here that
connects Silvio Flores.

I don't think I fully appreciated

how lucrative the gambling
business could be.

I went to the FBI.

The FBI who wants to send me to jail?

They're trying to put
Mike Jones in jail.

(yells)

You always do exactly the wrong thing.

Your son doesn't fight back,
because he's protective of you.

I told the painters
they could get started

on my new office in an hour.

- You okay?
- (exhales)

"Liam Ridley writes book
about romance with It girl"?

People think this character
is supposed to be Ashley?

LIAM: I just think it's weird

you want me to parade around
with my ex-girlfriend.

What would people say?

Your publisher putting
out a book about herself,

written by her ex? Not great optics.

I started writing that
book to get over you.

It turned out to be the best
way to tell you how I feel.

I have a photo that might
interest your readers.

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FALLON: You, me,

warm sands, strong drinks,

maybe an afternoon skinny
dip under a waterfall?

I have bad memories of Bora Bora.

Okay, well, how about...

a safari?

Meghan and Prince Harry did
it for their second date.

We could top them and
do it for our first.

Are you sure you're not just trying to

run away from your mother's face?

No. Copycat Freakshow
hasn't left the loft

since the great reveal,

so I'm hoping she stays there.

The point is, we are finally doing this,

and I want to make sure we do it right.

Plus, we've been working so
hard on the launch of your book,

we deserve a little break.

Have I ever told you how sexy you are

- when you talk about my book?
- Oh, well...

sales are on an upward thrust,

and you've been rocking
hard with the reviews.

But... in the interest
of doing things right,

maybe our first time shouldn't be here,

you know, with my dad down the hall.

True.

So we'll wait, then.

(cell phone buzzing)

No.

- What?
- What?

My God, over a dozen bookstores

have backed out of their
orders of The Biggest Payday.

They're dropping like flies.

- (cell phone ringing)
- I thought we were getting good buzz.

Hello?

What's-what's going on? I mean,
we're losing money by the second.

What do you mean, check TMZ?

Oh, my God.

Someone leaked a photo of us
kissing at the masquerade party.

And now they're saying
that the book is about you,

- not Ashley.
- Wow.

"Is this book really so bad that
they had to fake a relationship

just to get people to buy it?"

"Fallon Carrington thinks
she can dupe the public.

"Boycott Femperial books.

#liar, #narcissist."

I mean, I should've known better.
Kissing in public?

It's almost as bad as
leaking your own sex tape.

We screwed up, and now we're screwed.

Well, I'm not gonna let these
Internet trolls tank our project

or drag our relationship
through the mud.

Yeah, but you can't stop it.
It's too late.

If I can stop us from having sex,
then I can stop anything.

- Are we celebrating something?
- BLAKE: Mm-hmm.

Peace between the Flores
and the Carrington families.

I'm honestly surprised how easily

you and Papa took to the truce.

Well, Silvio and I
found some common ground.

(chuckles) What? Cigars?

You. Neither one of us
wants to see you get hurt,

and we both want to build a legacy,

a legacy that includes you.

So, in the spirit of that,

we have decided to
pursue a joint venture.

Mm, okay, mi amor, we've been over this.

He's not to be trusted,
especially not in business.

Honey, I wasn't born yesterday, okay?

This is mutually beneficial
to both families.

We're bringing sports
betting to Georgia.

With your family's business

and their infrastructure,
we should be ready to launch

by the Atlantix opening day.

Isn't gambling illegal in Georgia?

Mm-hmm, but the state senate

is voting on a bill to legalize
sports betting in a few days.

It's down to one swing vote,

Senator Braden. I just need to apply

the right pressure to the right people

so the vote goes our way.

Growing up with my father,

I know a thing or two about
"applying pressure."

- Are you offering to help me?
- (clicks tongue)

We could have some fun
playing Bonnie and Clyde.

As long as I get to be Bonnie.

- You're no fun.
- (laughs)

(reporters clamoring, Fallon sighs)

As the CEO of Femperial, I am here today

to address allegations that we

misled the public in promoting our book,
The Biggest Payday.

Oh, I can confirm

that those allegations are true.

I do have a personal relationship

with the author,
and the book is about me,

not Ashley Cunningham.

I saw an opportunity in the public's

misconception, and I do regret

employing deceptive
marketing to promote a book

that can easily stand on its own merits.

Please do not punish the author

or our Femperial team for a mistake

that I made as a first-time publisher.

- Thank you.
- (reporters clamoring)

Where the hell have you been?

- I've been calling you.
- I'm not at your beck and call, Jeff.

And I actually have
work to do for the team.

Well, there won't be a team

if we let Blake drag it down with him.

Anyways, I've figured it out.

That list of names we got
from Blake's hard drive,

they're all Georgia state politicians.

Great. And?

And I-I need you to figure out
how these politicians are linked

to him or Silvio Flores.

We can force Blake
out of the owners' box

with the money-laundering
evidence we already have.

Why put everything that I...
that you... have built

in the hands of the feds?

The FBI is the only way to make sure

we pull all of Blake's hooks,
including the Flores family,

out of the team.

Anyway, it doesn't exactly
matter what you like.

What? You're gonna pull the Mike Jones,

Ada Stone card again?

Sell me out to the FBI?

I don't want to. Just figure out
what these names mean.

Please, do not punish the author...

Overall, I think it worked out
better than I expected it to.

Oh, really? Because you were bragging

all morning about how your
plan was such a sure thing.

Well, the boycott is off,

and now my open call for
accountability is trending.

You're a meme now.

Someone took your head and
pasted it over Britney's face

in the "Work Bitch" video.

Great, just what I need.

- My face on yet another broken woman.
- Oh, look at the bright side.

She's doing great.
She has a Vegas show, great abs.

Oh, speaking of abs, you and me,

- off to the Maldives?
- Not yet.

First, we need to celebrate the book,

and then we can celebrate us.
Plus, you should be working on

your speech for the launch party.

Perhaps you'd like to make a dedication.

But there's also a slimeball

out there who leaked
our photo to the press,

upon whom I need to exact sweet,

delicious revenge.

Sam, it was your party.

You want me to figure
out who took the photo?

There were hundreds of
people at the masquerade.

(sighs)

Anders!

You're also pretty sexy
when you're out for revenge.

Go figure.

Aw! You kiss so beautifully.

Uh, I saw your photo broke
the Internet this morning.

You must feel violated.

That photo is nothing I can't handle.
In fact, I already have.

(knocking on door)

Hi. Can I help you?

- I need to speak to my son.
- Uh...

Oh, God, Liam, get your tongue
out of that girl's throat.

- Mom?
- I read your book.

My dear friend,
the Pulitzer-Prize-winning critic,

Michiko Kakutani,

she slipped me her advanced copy,

and I must say I'm offended.

Not only by your subpar writing,

but by your slanderous portrayal of me.

So I have filed a lawsuit.

It's fiction, Mom.

That book will never see the
light of day, and I will tie up

your little vagina power
company with so many lawsuits

that you will never sign
another author again.

Are you really that sad?

What's sad is this little folly.

So I will give you a choice.

I will give up the lawsuit
if you give up my son.

♪ ♪

GEORGE: Nice.

Oh, sorry, Jeff,
didn't mean to startle you.

I just wanted to see what you did

with my office that you commandeered,

and it's so stylish.

Way nicer than my new one.

Yeah, that-that was the plan.

All right, can you...

Damn it.

Whoa, Jeff, you-you seem worked up,

and your eyes look a bit glassy.

- Can I check your...
- I'm-I'm fine, okay? Just...

All right, look,
I know we have bad blood,

what with you being
my father's adversary,

but let's forget that right now.

I'm concerned about you, as a doctor.

See, your hands are shaking,
you're sweating,

and your pulse is racing. Just...

Come sit down.

Yeah, all right. Sit back. Good.

Now, you want to take some deep breaths.

In... out.

There we go.

You just need to get some rest.

All right?

All right, everyone,
the staff will provide

all the bone broth and B12
shots you need, but remember,

nobody leaves until
we've figured this out,

so think fast. All right.

- Hi.
- I assume this has to do with my mother.

She wants a legal battle,
she's going to get one.

We have civil and corporate
litigation right here,

family law in the drawing room,

and a couple from immigration, you know,

just in case we find something juicy.

I don't know about all this, Fallon.
Going nuclear on my mom

is definitely not the
best way to handle her.

Well, she went nuclear first. I mean,
I know she hates me,

but using your book...
your blood, sweat,

and tears... against us?

It's low, even by my standards.

Yeah, but this is just gonna
make things even uglier.

What do you suggest, Father Teresa?

I suggest dinner, okay,
with lots of wine.

It is the WASP way.

Yes, there'll be some verbal sparring,

but in the end, I will talk her
off the ledge, as a loving son.

I've already made reservations.

- Great, let me know how it goes.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

For the three of us.

You're coming.

Blake. (laughs)

You are not going to believe
the photo I just found.

Look, you'll love this.

It's a photo of us just after Fallon
was born. I mean, look at Fallon.

Oh, such a bundle of joy,
you know, before she could talk,

and you, mm, you were so handsome.

We were so madly in love.

Oh, I miss those days. Don't you?

Yeah, I don't know why we're taking

this trip down memory lane.

I know you've been through a lot,
but I'm in the middle of something.

Blake, I need your honest opinion,

and I know you won't spare me.

Is this what I look like now?

Like a younger version of me?

Or do I... I mean,

would you say that I
look more like Fallon?

Really look.

(sighs)

Uh...

(laughs softly)

Well, you are Fallon's mother.

Wait, you are Fallon's mother,
aren't you?

It's getting hard to tell around here

- these days.
- Blake! I'm serious.

Well, it's a little late to
worry about it now, isn't it?

And you look fantastic for...

someone who just face-planted
into a fireplace.

Alexis, I really have
to get some work done.

Yeah.

I do, too.

_

♪ ♪

(camera clicking)

(car lock beeps)

JENNINGS: Ow. Ouch.

- Ow, ow.
- Ma'am?

Are you okay? What happened?

Is it broken?

- It feels broken.
- I can call 911.

Oh, no, I was talking about my shoe.

- Oh.
- It got stuck

in the grate.
Can-can you help me unlace it?

Yeah, sure.

Slowly. I think I twisted my ankle.

You know what?

I think it's loose enough
for me to... Oh.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

I thought I'd be stuck there all night.

Can I, um... can I walk you to your car?

No. No, no. It's just around the corner.

Thank you.

That performance put
Faye Dunaway to shame.

And Beatty's got nothing on you, baby.

LAURA: You are looking well,

Fallon. Candlelight does wonders.

Aw. I was about to say the same to you.

Have you had work done recently?

LIAM: See?

This is nice, c-civilized.

Yes. It's almost as
civil as civil court.

- Although I hear it's bring your own candles.
- Okay,

can we get through at
least one more bottle

before diving into all that, please?

The wine won't make any difference,
Liam.

You might as well accept

that this relationship is going to end,

and I'm just trying to save you

the pain of another divorce.

All right, you know what, Mom?
Just stop.

We're together, and your lawsuit
isn't gonna work, so if you

want to stay in my life,
you're gonna have to accept

that Fallon is a part of it, too.

Well, she has clearly wasted no time

in rotting your brain with this new

- disrespectful attitude.
- I have just lost my appetite.

Laura, you go ahead
and file your lawsuit.

It has zero legal merit,

and I will slap you with
so many countersuits

that you will not see the outside
of a courthouse for years.

I don't have years.

It's this illness of mine.

It has made me overly emotional,

and everything that is
happening is my fault.

What?

I was just trying to get you to myself,

and spend the few months
that I have left with my son.

Liam, I have cancer.

- Oh! There you are.
- (exhales)

Take a look.

- At what?
- I'm trying a few tweaks.

You see,
now we barely even look related.

Do you need new eyes, too?

Darling, please.
You never wear a dark lip. Hmm?

Okay, come here.

Let's compare, shall we?

You are the one on the right,
in case you're confused.

And if you think a pair of
sunglasses and a dark lip

will be enough for me to let this go,

then your face isn't the problem,
Mother; your brain is.

But, Fallon...

Until you stop lying to yourself,
we are done.

I already have enough on my plate
with manipulative Mommy Van Kirk.

I don't need your crazy, too.

So you and I will never be
seen in public together again.

- (sighs)
- FALLON: No, tell them no plus-ones.

No exceptions.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I missed you last night.

Ah, sorry. I just wanted
to stay with my mom after,

- you know, the news.
- Of course.

Did she tell you any
more about her diagnosis?

Well, apparently she's been
doing chemo for a couple weeks,

but it, I don't know,
hasn't been going well.

So the future is... is murky.

Hmm.

Look, I might have
to go back to New York

- for a little while.
- Without me?

Hey, look, we can...
we can long-distance it.

When has that ever worked?
Look, if she really has cancer,

- then we should just...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What do you mean, if?
- I mean, I don't know,

I just think the timing
is a little convenient.

Are you hearing yourself right now?

Fallon, my mom might be difficult,

but she's still human. All right?

Even she's not cruel enough to lie

- about something like that.
- No, no, no.

You're... you are right.

I get that you're upset.

Okay? I am, too.

I want to figure out something.

I am willing to do whatever it takes.

In fact, why don't I take her out

for a day at the spa?

Maybe a little pampering
will make her feel better.

You're actually offering
to spend a day with my mom?

I would rather take painting
lessons from John Wayne Gacy,

but, yeah, if you and I
are headed for endgame,

then I have to at least
try and win her over.

SAM: That's totally Derek.

Isn't it? I mean, he did let himself go

after his ex got engaged.

Those are some tight pants. Hmm.

Okay, three down, 477 to go.

Are you conferring with Bo?

No. He's actually useless.

I'm trying to match

all the guests with their masks,
so I can identify

and eliminate everyone
in the photo as suspects.

If they're in the photo,
they couldn't have taken it.

By the time you're done,
Fallon could be three

or four scandals past this one.

No one likes a hater, Anders.

Well, I could call a contact at TMZ

and find out who leaked the picture.

Well, that's basic.

Some might say "elementary."

Fine, it is a good idea.

But if we're playing roles,
you are Watson.

(whimpers)

Okay.

- What is this?
- Alpha-wave stimulator.

You'll sleep like a baby tonight.

When you said spa treatments,
I was thinking body wraps,

not science experiments.
In my condition...

Your condition is exactly why I booked

the Diamond Healing packages.

L-stim bed, cryo body wrap,
oxygen infusion, PRP,

- microneedling.
- Sounds deadly.

- Are you trying to hasten my departure?
- This is cutting-edge,

and really only available
to elite circles.

I know what you're doing.

You're trying to suck up.

Which wouldn't be necessary

unless Liam was seriously considering

coming back to New York with me.

No, quite the opposite, actually.

I was just feeling sorry for you,

and since time is so precious,

why not try to develop a
meaningful relationship

between a dying mother
and an ex-wife/girlfriend?

GWEN: All right, ladies,
we're gonna go ahead

and get started with our
plasma-rich platelet procedure.

We're gonna start by drawing your blood,

spin it to oxygenate,

and inject the healthy blood cells

back into your system

or wherever you need healing the most.

FALLON: Ooh, fun.

- Who wants to go first?
- Oh.

Sick past and future
mother-in-laws first.

CULHANE: I got it.

This is all about the
sports betting bill.

These senators are all key voters,

including one who was
publicly undecided...

(quietly): And-and Blake is
somehow tied to all of this.

- It's just, they're partnering.
- Jeff.

Jeff.

What is all this?

Well, if it isn't Mike Jones.

Well, did you find that missing piece?

Because the clock is ticking.

- I'm still working on it.
- I need that link.

Okay? I-I just can't see it, but it goes

right here, with-with the Flores family

- and-and the kiosks.
- Wh-What?

The kiosks. The kiosks.

Are you feeling okay?

Maybe you need to sit down for a minute.

- It's all good.
- No, no, you don't seem all good.

If Blake sees you,

or the FBI,
y-you seem a little loose, man.

Well, help me, then. Okay?

Find out about those senators...

...or the feds will be
seeing you tomorrow,

bright and early.

(door opens)

Got it?

A Carrington always pays her debts.

Thank you.

Uh, short of breath?

Yeah, I just, uh...

I just need some... some water.

(snaps fingers) Good idea.

Severe dehydration can
lead to disorientation.

You know, Jeff, like all doctors,

I took the Hippocratic oath.

You know, do no harm. But...

you're not really my patient.

And is it really doing
harm if you're not doing

anything at all?

It's a real philosophical question,
isn't it?

I was always better at chemistry.

Now, if you come at Blake
and me like that again,

next time, I won't make this phone call.

Hi. I just found my colleague passed out

on his office floor,
and he's not moving.

Please hurry.

BLAKE: I should know any time.

Our meeting's in a few minutes.

I'll speak to you after.

Adiós, Silvio.

Oh, I didn't realize
anyone was still here.

I'm glad I caught you. We need to talk.

It's important.

(sighs) What'd you screw up this time?

It's not my screwup.

Well, whoever did, and whatever it is,

I don't have time to
clean it up right now.

I have an important meeting,

so why don't you just
man up and deal with it?

You're right.

- I'll handle it myself.
- Good.

- (elevator bell dings)
- JENNINGS: Blake,

this is Senator Braden.

Mr. Carrington.

It's so nice to meet you.

- It's a pleasure to see you.
- (camera clicks)

- Thank you.
- Shall we speak?

It looks like everything
is healing quite nicely.

- How do you feel?
- Well, actually,

I was hoping that I
could make a few tweaks.

You know, maybe a-a brow lift
or a little lip injection.

It's too risky, Mrs. Carrington.
You're still healing.

I'm happy to pay extra.

Unless, perhaps, there's something else

that you might like. (giggles)

I think what's happening
is that you're having

an adrenaline withdrawal from surgery.

It can be addictive.

You think I enjoy getting all
of this painful work done?

No. It's just that...

I don't know, this face,
it's not working for me.

I... I look like someone else.

I think our team did a tremendous job

giving you exactly what you asked for.

What I asked for? I...

When?

I know it can be difficult
to recall everything,

given all the pain meds we had you on,
but, um, this was

given to us as a basis for
your reconstructive surgery.

Because you had so much
difficulty speaking,

your son passed it along.

(piano music playing, quiet chatter)

With reviews calling him the
next Jonathan Safran Foer

and the statement I released yesterday,
we are very close

to cracking The New York Times
Best Seller list.

Will you excuse me for just one second.

What are you doing here?
You're not on the guest list.

Just want to celebrate your big night,
be a supportive brother.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Well, please try not to roofie anyone,

and keep the creep factor minimal.

Wow. Hey! Hi!
There's the man of the hour.

Fallon, this... this is incredible.

I mean, better than anything
I could've imagined.

LAURA: Really?

All of the guests look
like they've stumbled

out of an episode of
The Real Housewives.

- So tacky.
- Laura,

well, I'm surprised

that you're feeling up
to joining us tonight.

That PRP treatment did wonders.

Anything to make you a
little bit more comfortable

before your early flight tomorrow.

Well, Liam will be traveling with me,

so he'll make sure that
I'm plenty comfortable.

What? You're leaving, too?

Can I borrow him for just a second?

Yeah.

So you're leaving,
but you're coming back, right?

As soon as I'm able to, yes.

You mean as soon as she lets you.

Look, Fallon,
I wouldn't be able to live with myself

if I didn't try to develop

a meaningful relationship with my mother

while I still can.

Uh, we actually had a
great talk on the way here,

and she wants to clear the
slate and make new memories.

Wow. I mean, she will really

just say anything to keep us apart.

You have to stop
with these conspiracies, okay?

She's sick and just wants
to spend time with her son.

_

Ugh.

My contact at TMZ couldn't
confirm the source of the photo.

It came from an anonymous address.

Hmm. This guy's good, or girl.

At least we have the big picture.

Big picture? We hardly know anything.

No, no, I mean,
he literally sent a bigger picture.

- They cropped it for publication.
- Oh.

I'm forwarding it to you now.

Okay, got it.

Well, there's a lot
more people in this one.

We can at least rule out more guests.

- ANDERS: I think we can do better than that.
- Oh!

I'd recognize that French
tailoring anywhere. It's iconic.

- It's me.
- Mm-hmm.

- And I'm taking a selfie.
- What a surprise.

The good news for us is that
that selfie is the reverse angle

of this photograph.
If we can find the selfie,

we'll know who did it.

Clever. Okay, no problem.

- I'll go through my photos.
- All five million of them?

I like taking photos of myself, okay?

I'm photogenic. In fact...

take a picture of me while
going through my pictures.

Okay, looking.

Hello, everybody.

Thank you so much for coming out

to support Femperial's inaugural book

with us tonight.
And without further ado,

I would like to introduce

its brilliant author.

A man that I am simply mad about,

Liam Ridley.

(murmuring, applause)

LIAM: Uh, first off, I just

want to say that I truly appreciate

all of-of your support.

And I'm so happy to have found a home

with Femperial.

Now, there's someone
that I would especially

like to acknowledge tonight

because, without her,

well, none of this
would've been possible.

So, uh, I'm dedicating my book
to a very special woman in my life.

- My mother, Laura.
- CROWD: Aw!

Uh, she's here this evening, and I'm...

I'm just so happy that I could
share this moment with her.

- Thank you.
- (applause)

Wow, I really thought he was
gonna dedicate the book to you.

But I suppose the bond between
mother and son is undeniable.

Can't you go find a
dark corner to lurk in?

(cell phone buzzing)

(sighs)

_

Hmm.

Hey, Laura.

Congratulations.

We need to have a little chat.

(sighs) How many more
selfies do you have?

I could've finished binge-watching

the entire series of Neighbours by now.

- Oh, my God.
- You found something?

My new profile picture.

The old one doesn't
reflect the new me anymore.

Okay. Wait.

Here it is.

Found it.

I remember that mask.
I had nightmares about it.

That's...

Adam.

Before we start pointing fingers

at our own family,
we need to be certain.

We need to prove that
he leaked that photo.

Look at us, detectiving.

Should document this with a selfie.

Okay, ready?

(cell phone camera clicks)

Love it.

(piano music playing, quiet chatter)

You.

How could you be so cruel?

Mother, what are you...

Burning me was terrifying, yes,

but I've almost learned to
justify my son lashing out

after years of abandonment,

but then I find out
that you were the one

that made me look like this.

- I-I didn't.
- I got this

from the surgeon.

All right, this was...

this was supposed to be a gift.
You-you looked so much like

Fallon when you were younger,
I-I-I was just

trying to do something nice for you.

I was trying to make up
for the-the fire incident.

Stop lying, Adam!

You have been trying to destroy

my relationship with Fallon, and now

I can't help but feel that

maybe it would've been better
if you had never come at all.

Please don't say that. (stammers)

I-I got jealous, I-I admit.

You see, all...
all I've ever wanted was your love,

and-and you and Fallon

are so close,
when-when all she ever is to me

is-is mean and callous.

Well, that doesn't mean
that you can do this, Adam.

I know, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the way I am,

but you have no idea how hard it was

being brought up by some
sick addict as a mother.

Then I learned about you, and-and...

I finally had hope.

H-Hope that I-I would... I would

get the love that I-I'd always craved.

So please don't...

(crying): Please don't push me away,
not when I just found you.

What is this all about, Fallon?

People are praising my son,
and I would like

to be there to hear
it while I still can.

You can drop the Big C act.

- I know it's all fake.
- Excuse me?

That PRP treatment? You didn't think
I was trying to be nice,

did you? No.

I had some vials of your blood
tested for traces of chemo,

and it came back as
clean as a newborn's.

You stole my blood?

And you are the one accusing
me of doing something

so utterly loathsome as
pretending to be terminally ill?

Okay, stop making a scene at
your own son's book launch.

Making a scene? I'll show you a scene.

Excuse me.

Hello, everyone.

As mother of the author...

...I'd like to say a few words.
This is a bittersweet evening

because this could be
the last book launch

of my son's that I may be able
to attend. You see,

I was just recently diagnosed
with Stage IV cancer.

- (crowd murmuring)
- I know.

And if that weren't awful enough,
my son's girlfriend...

...Fallon Carrington,

is actually accusing me of
lying about my diagnosis.

All right. (chuckles)

Let's hear it for Laura, everyone.

Laura.

I got it.

- Thank you.
- (microphone feedback squeals)

Well, I'm sorry for, uh,

that interruption.
Let's get back to the party,

shall we? Okay.

No. No. I would like to say one thing.

Laura, here, is a liar.

I have test results that prove

there is no trace of chemo in her body,

even though she claims that she
is undergoing treatment, okay?

Right here. Take a look.

It says it right there.

She is a manipulative liar,

and she's only doing it
to break Liam and I apart

because she is a monster.

- (crowd gasping, murmuring)
- She's a monster who...

I'm the monster? She stole my blood.

- She stole my blood.
- I... That's...

And, yes, it is clean,
but that's only because

I have stopped chemo therapy.

I was having a-a bad reaction.

- Wow.
- And you know what?

Would you like to see the CT scan, hmm?

There.

- Ah.
- (chuckles, stammers)

- No.
- Uh-huh.

Does this look fake to you?

(cries)

- She could've pulled that from anywhere, guys.
- Hey, hey.

- Liam?
- You know what, Fallon? Don't.

- You've said enough.
- Come on. I'm sorry.

(crowd murmuring)

WOMAN: Do you have any comment,
Ms. Carrington?

- MAN: Fallon, is this true?
- (camera shutters clicking)

Gambling is inherently immoral,

and I didn't come

to the state capitol to encourage it.

Well, Senator, I-I hear your concerns.

And I'm familiar

with your moral crusade at the capitol.

You ran on an anti-gun platform as well,

- if I'm not mistaken.
- That's right.

So it would be, uh...

quite the scandal if...

the Georgia State Troopers
were tipped off about

your husband tonight and then found a...

firearm with an illegal silencer

- in his glove box?
- Excuse me?

- Is this some kind of game?
- Mm, sort of.

Except we can both win here.

You can go home,
take that gun out of his car

and bury it in the backyard,

and then you can go and vote in favor

of the gambling bill tomorrow.

You don't want to find the other
Easter eggs we've hidden for you.

At your law firm,
in your mother's garden.

Her roses are coming in so nicely.

I've never been able
to grow them myself.

- No?
- Mm-mm.

So...

should we discuss that vote again?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

There you are. Are you okay?

- Did someone die?
- No, just my pride, my relationship

and maybe Laura Van Kirk, soon.

Man, I really did miss
a good party, didn't I?

Yeah, where were you?

I've never known you to
skip out on anything,

not even Tony the
gardener's cat quinceañera.

Sam and I were busy looking for proof

before we shared our findings.

You are not going to believe this.
Actually,

you probably will,
'cause you think the worst of people.

Adam. He took and leaked

the photo of you and Liam kissing.

- Boy, Interrupted?
- Mm.

Well, he is annoying... and weird.

And he stares at you unblinkingly,
which I heard

is a psychopathic trait.

All personality assessments aside,

we do have actual evidence. Sam...

borrowed Adam's laptop
while he was at the party.

I had a discreet tech
service give us full access,

and as you can see,

he's the one who e-mailed
the photo to TMZ.

Brother dearest is so dead.

I don't want to encourage fratricide,

but it does get worse.

We found some interesting texts.

You're not gonna like who
he's been cozying up to.

(both sighing, grunting)

That was very pleasant.

And illegal in some states, I think.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, teaming up was a game changer.

I am so glad that you
reached out when you did.

Yeah?

- That cancer idea we came up with.
- That was genius.

You pulled those medical records

- practically out of thin air.
- (quietly): Poof.

Old patient records come in
handy every now and then.

Mmm. You are very resourceful,
aren't you?

You are not gonna be able
to guess what just happened.

Something tells me I won't have to.

Fallon paid me. For sleuthing.

I mean, she didn't pay me,
pay me, like, with money.

But she paid me with a
trip to the Maldives.

She was supposed to go with Liam,
but now

he's mad at her,
and she has to deal with Adam,

so, since I saved the day,

she said I deserve a vacation.

You saved the day?

Okay. Of course. Yes, we saved the day.

And that's exactly why
you're coming with me.

I mean, you deserve a
vacation just as much as I do.

Did someone say boys' trip?

Yeah.

There she is.

With her tail between her legs.

- Liam's not here.
- I know.

He always goes to yoga before a flight.

I wanted to talk to you.

Alone.

Woman to woman.

Well, make it fast, because my
son and I have a plane to catch.

I know you lied.

- What are you talking about?
- I have proof.

Text exchanges with my brother,

who provided the faux CT scan.

Oh. Okay.

So you caught me.

I only did it because I am trying

to protect my weakling son,

who is too weak to fend off trash.

- You are not good enough for him.
- No, no, no.

I am not good enough for you,
and there is a difference.

But I'm not afraid of you,
and I don't care what you think.

And you know that.

And you hate it,
because it rubs off on Liam,

which gives you even
less control over him.

Let's cut the bad therapy crap.

What do you want?

I am going to give you a choice, Laura.

Either I can go tell Liam the truth,

which would destroy your already fragile

relationship with him, or...

you can generate goodwill by choosing

to come clean on your own.

Just tell him that you
were desperate for his love

and affection, make up some excuse

that will help him
forgive you eventually.

Why? Why aren't you using this
to make Liam resent me more?

Because I know what it's
like to hate your mother,

and I don't want that for Liam.

But hey.

One silver lining:

At least you're cancer-free.

I was told that you're
desperate to chat.

What the hell do you want now,
a wig made out of my hair?

Thank you for being willing to talk.

Especially with all this.

Maybe don't highlight it.

I know that this face has
caused you a lot of trouble,

but I'm going to make this right.

The world's best plastic surgeon

will be reconstructing
a new face for me.

I leave for Europe immediately.

So you've finally come to your senses?

I'll be gone a while, but before I go,

I was hoping I could talk
to you about your brother.

Quit while you're ahead.

He's worse than you know, Fallon.

He's the reason that I have your face.

- He gave the surgeon your photo.
- He what?

Just promise me that
you won't cross him.

I love you too much to see you get hurt.

I won't get hurt.

Adam, on the other hand...

Fallon, he might be
disturbed and unbalanced,

but... I mean, he's my son,

and I blame myself.

I never should've
stopped looking for him.

Just promise me that you
will stay away from him,

and do not tell him that I'm gone.

Of course, Mother.

You go get a new face.

Everything's gonna be fine.

(champagne cork pops)

I just got word.

Sports betting is now legal
in the state of Georgia.

Your father's gambling kiosks

will be installed
before our opening game.

And I just got a text from Papa.

He never reaches out.

He wanted to say he's happy with us.

Thumbs-up emoji. That's a first.

The emoji or the happy?

Both.

Mmm, mmm.

Let's get to the part

of Bonnie and Clyde they
don't show on television.

Mm, that's my favorite part.

Can I help you?

I think you've been looking for me.

In the Ada Stone case.

I'm Mike Jones.

Mike Jones?

And you're just waltzing in here?
That's bold.

It's not bold.

It's smart.

I've realized I've got to do
things my way and my way only.

So I'm here to make an immunity deal.

- (scoffs)
- I've got everything you need

to catch a much bigger
fish than me or Ada Stone.

What kind of fish are you talking about?

Blake Carrington.

LIAM: Fallon?

So, I...

just spoke to my mother.

She confessed to everything.

She lied about the cancer.

No way.

Oh, no. Don't act so surprised.

My mom doesn't usually

own up to things or apologize.

So I got the sense that someone gave her

a not-so-subtle nudge.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I'm sorry.

I should've believed
you from the beginning.

But, Fallon,
I'm so grateful that you tried

to make everything okay
between me and my mom,

even if she was just completely
and unacceptably awful.

Well, you shouldn't
judge her too harshly.

She did have help from
the devil himself.

What does that mean?

Don't worry about it.

Right now, I think
you and I deserve to take a beat

and just focus on us.

Pretend we're in the Maldives,
order up a couple rum cocktails,

and take a PG-13 skinny dip in
my thousand-thread-count sheets.

- PG-13, hmm?
- Yeah.

♪ It's tickling my fancy ♪

♪ Speak up, I can't hear you... ♪

I just have to take care
of one little thing first.

♪ I got some wild, wild life... ♪

- Brother dearest.
- Hmm.

How uncharacteristically sweet.

Want some cake? I'll share.

Actually, I just came from the loft.

I had a real heart-to-heart with Mom.

Great. Oh, that's wonderful.

I know she was really
troubled by your...

strong reaction to her surgery.

Yes. Well,
we're putting all of that behind us.

And in the spirit of
family and fresh starts,

I think we should try again, too.

Consider it a truce, of sorts...
for Mom.

I didn't know we were at war.

But, of course, we can start fresh.

There's no victory more
important than family.

Oh. I couldn't agree more.

And do you know what?
I would actually love some cake.

Thanks, bro.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Living wild, wild, wild, wild ♪

♪ Life. ♪

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